Exploring, Part 28 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Four months after I'd met Doug I had to go to Washington to attend a convention, and I phoned Doug at his home in Arlington, VA to let him know that I was coming. He was attending the same convention and invited me to stay at his house, saying that each day I could ride to the convention with him. I happily took him up on his offer, and told him what flight I was taking. He told me that he would have a lot to tell me when I arrived.
He had me place my luggage in his bedroom, equipped with a queen-sized bed like mine. Then he faced me and stripped down and I followed suit, noticing that the end of his penis was taped, holding his stretched shaft skin over the glans.
"That's part of what I've got to tell you," he explained, pointing to his prick. "Jim turned me on to this. It's been working fine for me."
"How much progress have you made?" I asked.
"I'll show you," he said as he began peeling off the tape. Without the tape holding the skin forward it slid back to cover only half his glans.
"Well, you're halfway there," I commented.
"Not quite," he said. "Half the head is covered, but I want more than just covering the head. I'd like a little slack in front, to make sure the tip doesn't pop out when I move. You've got about an inch overhang, and I'd like something like that."
"It'll take longer, but you should get there if you keep at it," I replied. As I spoke he grasped the skin behind the head and slipped it back to uncover the mushroom shaped glans. The jagged scar behind his corona seemed to have faded somewhat, as it did with many of us who had undergone restoration.
"The head's softer now, and it's shiny like yours and Jim's," Doug told me. He pointed his glans toward me, and I saw that he had the same tight slit that I remembered.
"I'm sure it's more sensitive," I suggested. "Once it's covered and gets moist, the sensitivity returns pretty quickly."
"It sure is more sensitive," Doug replied. "Remember how it took me so long to come last time? Well, not it's a lot faster. I also found I don't have to tighten up anymore. I can just relax and let it happen to me."
"That's the same experience I had," I said. "I used to have to strain to get to orgasm, but not these days."
"I also shoot farther," he added.
"I remember you shot pretty far last time, with that small tight slit. Now I guess you get more power behind your stream."
"I sure do," Doug confirmed. "When I start to come, I get these terrific convulsions deep inside me, and my cock really spits out the juice." Doug's prick was lengthening and getting harder because of the nature of our discussion. Mine was as well, even though I hadn't touched it.
"I'd like to see that," I encouraged him. "We can have another show-and-tell if you wish." His response was to reach for my prick and squeeze the head through the covering skin, giving me a reflexive throb in the root. I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his shaft behind the head and began working the slack skin up over his corona, compressing the nerve endings. I felt his prick respond under my touch, swelling rapidly as if he were eager to show it off to me.
"Let me push your skin back," he said as he tightened his grip on the front of my prick and began urging the long tight foreskin back over my helmet. I cupped his scrotum as I continued working his slack shaft skin over his rapidly swelling rim. My hardening prick offered more resistance now, and he easily pushed my foreskin back behind my rim, where it dropped into the deep groove.
"I like what you're doing," I murmured as he gantly jiggled my foreskin behind my rim, bumping the corona and then stretching it back to bare the groove.
"I like to see your cock skinned back to show the big head," he explained. "I like that teardrop slit and the flaring rim. Mine's kinda flat on top." Doug's prick extended to its full five-inch length.
"That's okay," I said. "I bet your rim's gotten pretty sensitive," I said as I continued to bump his corona with the collar of slack skin. Now he was fully hard, as I was, and we sat next to each other on the bed. The fingers of his left hand now cupped my balls, as I'd done to him.
"I'm really getting worked up," he confessed. "Handling your cock and feeling your fingers on mine does a lot to me."
"Think you can come now?" I asked. "I think you really need relief, and right now." He nodded and I pushed him flat on the bed, continuing to work his loose skin over the rim.
"My cock's really rim-sensitive," he declared. "That's why what you're doing right now is so hot."
"I can see that. Your rim's purple and glossy, and that tells me you're really sensitive there. I'll keep working on your rim until you shoot." He had a towel on the bedside table and I laid it on his stomach. His warm fingers continued to jiggle my thick fleshy ring, maintaining my excitement.
"Touching your cock makes me so hot," he murmured, his excitement obviously rising.
"I can tell because your balls are getting tight," I answered. As I spoke I noticed a drop of clear lubricant parting the lips of his tight slit.
"What you're doing's making my rim tickle," he commented. "That tickle feels so good."
"Now just try to stay relaxed," I urged. "The more you can stay relaxed, the longer the build-up's going to be, and you want it longer because you'll come harder at the end."
"Honestly, I don't know how long I can hold out, with what you're doing to me."
"I know what you mean, Doug. Just relax and let things happen naturally. I'll slow down a little so I don't push you too fast." In keeping with my words, I slowed my pace to prolong the build-up. His slit kept seeping clear fluid that flowed down and made his skin slippery, so that I lost my grip. Now I touched his wet, slippery rim directly with my fingertips, making him moan.
"Your skin's too slippery to hold," I explained. "I'll have to work directly on your rim." As my fingertips circled his rim, I saw his body tense. Doug's mushroom was dark purple now, and felt hard under my fingers.
"My tip's so sensitive when you touch it like that," he moaned. "It never was like that before."
"I know," I responded. "You're so sensitive now that you're going to have a big blast-off when you come." I worked my fingertips lightly and delicately around his engorged corona, teasing the nerve endings I knew lay right under the surface. I was glad to see more lubricant flow from his slit, as I knew it would mask the sensations somewhat and prolong the delicious period of anticipation. Still, Doug shuddered several times as I lightly massaged his corona.
"My rim's getting tingly," he whispered. "I can feel every stroke, every touch. It feels so swollen." I knew precisely how he felt, as his reactions were exactly like mine when someone handled my prick this way. I felt Doug's fingers fall from my prick, as he withdrew into himself to concentrate on his sensations. Even without his stimulation, my prick remained hard because Doug's excitement fed mine.
"I think you're right on the edge," I murmured to him as I saw his stomach muscles tighten. I let go of his balls and reached for the towel.
"Oooooohhhh," he groaned as the sensations in his prick became overwhelming. His widely spread legs began to tremble.
"Just let it happen," I coached him as I sensed his entire body tightening. His breathing was heavy now, and I knew he was poised on the edge. I tightened the pressure on his corona and swiped my thumb across the top of his glans and my index finger into his vertex to trigger his climax.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt his engorged glans throb in my fingers. A hard, thin stream jetted from his slit to splatter against the towel I'd positioned in front of his straining glans. Doug's hips bucked on the bed as he grunted again, releasing a second hard jet. Doug's entire body shuddered hard with the third discharge and I noticed the strong odor of chlorine in the air.
Doug moaned helplessly, dissolving in orgasm, as I worked my fingertips over the entire head to trigger more ejaculatory spasms. He was gasping and grunting as his chest heaved, and he released his final jets against the towel. Now I released his prick as it oozed its creamy residue onto the terrycloth. As Doug relaxed his prick began shrinking and I eased the foreskin as far forward as I could to protect his sensitive rim.
Doug recovered from his torpor and grasped my prick.
"Thanks," he said. "That was wonderful." As he spoke I wiped his prick with the towel.
"Glad to do it for you," I replied. "It was hot for me, too, watching you come and feeling your prick throb."
"Now it's your turn," he said, pushing me flat on the bed. He got into a "69" position with me and grasped my prick around the shaft.
"I want to taste your cock, slip my tongue inside your skin, and make you come that way. Is that okay?"
"Go ahead," I said. "I know I'll enjoy it." I knew that, whatever he did, he'd have my load in a minute or two because I was so worked up from having stimulated him to orgasm. Now I felt his tongue probing into my overhang, spreading the foreskin and reaching for my slit. There was a sharp tingle when the point of his tongue reached my slit and began working around it in small circles.
"That's nice," I said. "That really feels good." I felt his tongue pushing deeper into my foreskin, stretching it as the tip lapped around my flaring rim. He worked his way down one side of my helmet, pressed into the vee-groove underneath, and then worked up the other side. His lips locked around my prick behind the rim, holding my foreskin forward. I felt him clamp his thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft to constrict the veins and make my erection harder. The tension in my body was rising, and I knew that he'd draw the orgasm from me very soon.
"Oooohhhh," I moaned as his tongue reached farther to probe the deep groove behind my rim, caressing nerve endings that rarely saw the light of day. I concentrated on staying relaxed but the sensations were intense and I felt the root of my prick tightening reflexively under the relentless stimulation.
Now his tongue swiped across the broad upper surface of my helmet, rich in nerve endings, and I felt him move a finger to press into my vee-groove through the thick foreskin. The rapid action of his tongue produced a familiar tickle in my tip, and I began withdrawing into myself, absorbed in the delightful sensations. His other hand cupped my balls, kneading them lightly. My awareness of thw world outside my body dimmed as I focused on the sensations in my groin.
My eyes closed as the tickle changed into a hot tingle and I felt the helmet swell, aching for the explosive release of orgasm. My stomach muscles tightened and my out spread legs began trembling as the tension built to the point of no return. Doug was caressing my glans, stretching my foreskin, and pressing and rubbing my vee-groove, all calculated to drive me over the brink, and I gave in. I was helpless in his hands as the first wave of sensations overwhelmed my consciousness and I howled in joyful agony, releasing the first hot jet of sperm.
I felt it burn its way up my prick and shoot out into his waiting mouth. The next torrent poured into my urethra, shot up my tube, and I felt the slight tickling sensation as it rounded the upward curve in my urethra into the glans. It was barely out when another gush slammed through the lips of my gaping slit, and my hips bucked as the sensations drove me into a frenzy. I cried out and rocked my head from side to side as another heavy load poured from my throbbing prick onto his tongue.
The next jet was weaker, followed by another, and then my orgasm tapered off into a slow dribble, although I still felt residual throbs in the root of my prick. My tip had become super-sensitive, but the thick layer of cream that coated it softened the friction. I sank into a daze and lay still for a couple of minutes as my breathing returned to normal.
"That was good," Doug said after he'd removed his mouth from my prick. He'd sucked the residue from my foreskin and swallowed it, as he had the hot jets I'd released into his mouth. "I felt your cock throbbing in my hand, and your big tip throbbing against my tongue when you shot. It was really tasty."
"Thanks, Doug," I replied. "That really sent me into orbit."
"We both got our rocks off today," he said. "I'll remember this for a long time."
"So will I," I said, hugging him to me.
"Hey, I didn't tell you the news. Remember this Doctor Peeler who disappeared a few months ago?" he asked.
"Yeah, the Jimmy Hoffa type," I laughed. "What happened, did they find him" I thought of the FBI's digging up a farm in the Midwest recently in an unsuccessful search for Hoffa's body.
"Fuck no, they didn't find him, but his wife got totaled in a hit and run last week. At first I couldn't figure it out, but then I realized that she'd been his right hand in SNIP, promoting universal circumcision." At his words, I remembered SNIP, the Society for Neutralization of Infant Prepuces.
"Well, think there's any connection? I asked, half anticipating his reply.
"The cops have nothing definite, but it seem s clear to me," he answered. "She was walking down a road near her house one evening after dinner and someone ran her down and didn't stop. The cops found tire tracks in the gravel. The size of the tires suggested that the vehicle was a big SUV or truck. >From the tracks, it was clear that the driver aimed at her and didn't brake, so it was a deliberate hit and run. They couldn't trace the vehicle for two reasons. There were no eyewitnesses and the tires are so common that they're used on a lot of models. Also, you can buy those tires anywhere in the country, at Costco, K-Mart, Discount Tire, and other outlets."
"That's it, then," I concluded. "The list of possible suspects runs into thousands or millions."
"There's more," Doug added. "I did a little checking, and I found out something else. Thirty years ago she was a nurse, and before marrying Doctor Peeler worked at General Hospital's maternity ward. One of the things she did was prepare babies for circumcision and assist the doctors who did them. This means that now we have two categories of suspects: those who didn't like her for what she did generally, and those who were born in General Hospital and circumcised. That's a lot of people, and tracking them down is impossible."
"Well, SNIP is out of business, I guess."
"It really is," Doug expounded. "With both of them out of the picture SNIP folded. Also, my contacts tell me that the number of circumcisions done in this area has really dropped. Hardly any doctors want to do them anymore. Now they tell parents circumcision's not medically necessary but really they're scared shitless."
"That's what's been happening around the country. Most doctors just won't do them. On top of that, most parents really don't want their boys circumcised. Some doctors used to say that they circumcised babies because parents insisted on it, but that's just not true."
"You're right, Jack. Anyway, want to take a shower?" Doug led the way to the bathroom before I could answer and turned on the water. We stepped into the shower and soaped each other, relishing the feel of the warm water coursing down our bodies. I saw Doug's prick jerk slightly as a yellow stream flowed down from the tip.
"Hot water makes me want to pee too," I said as I pinched the end of my foreskin between two fingers. As it began to swell Doug remarked:
"That's something I want to be able to do someday. I've seen other uncut guys do that, and I always wondered what it would feel like."
"That's something you can look forward to," I said to encourage him. "Just keep taping and stretching and one day you'll have as much foreskin as Jim and me."
"I'm really motivated now that I know it's possible," he said as we dried each other. We stepped out of the shower and I picked up the bottle of Astroglide, squirting a couple of drops behind my rim and stroking the foreskin forward to spread it.
"I use Astro because I don't secrete any natural lubricant. The doctor took off all my inner lining and my prick is always dry. I feel more comfortable if my foreskin's lubricated." As I spoke I watched Jim squirt cream from a tube onto his glans and foreskin, spreading it with his fingers.
"I use betamethasone to help the skin stretch," he explained as he massaged the cream into his tender flesh. "Jim told me it accelerates the stretching process." Now, with the cream dry enough to allow tape to adhere, Doug pulled his shaft-skin forward, stretching it over the glans, and taped the end shut.
"Did Jim give you that cream? I asked.
"He gave me one tube, and then I got a prescription from my doctor. He's a good guy and understands why a guy would want his foreskin back. In fact, he's stretching his own skin."
"I bet he doesn't do any circumcisions," I guessed.
"You're right. He doesn't believe in them, and he's in family practice. Only obstetricians and pediatricians circumcise babies. Anyway, he keeps a stack of leaflets in his waiting room. They explain why circumcision is bad for boys. He does what he can to dissuade parents from having their kids cut."
"We need more like him in this country," I said.
"I think we'll find more as time goes on," Doug replied. We get rid of the Peelers and Snippers and thing are bound to get back on the rails.
Continued in Part 29